#maemae

Warning : MDNI , MATURE THEME

I'm back with my jake fever again but hear me out y'all 🙏🏻 Imagine

Just Jake acting all innocent like he didn't just eat and fuck the remaining shit out of you until you're shivering and almost can't breathe.

Jake who loves pecking so pecking on your clit before eating you out sounds the best Idea for him he'll definitely use it to tease you

Jake just love how you arch your back on him tracing you back whenever you arch while giving you a backshots or eating you out

Jake love risky place so he'll try to get on your pants even if its on church camping, groping on your breasts when you both got tasked to get the tent on the warehouse

Jake who cant stop himself to rub his boner on your ass whenever he got a chance, getting In line to get your food he'd stand so close to you making you feel his grith growing

Jake who will whisper nasty things on you the whole camping and fingering you while everyone is sleeping he loves seeing your wet pussy being clutched open with his three fingers splashing in and out to your wetness

And Jake meeting your parents to gain their trust using his innocent little handsome face without knowing that , that's the face who constantly make their daughters thighs tremble, arch her back , drool , and make her definitely out of the world .

Maeglin and Maedhros making the most of a winter stroll in Valinor

Summary:

Lómion and Maedhros' shared experiences in Angband brings them together and help each other heal, even if their methods are somewhat uncoventional. Maedhros asks Lómion to be taken under the state of hypnosis, and they do just that.

For @silmsmutweek Day 7, Prompt: Hypnosis, BDSM

Snippet:

"I could do it," Lómion said with certainty . "I could even improve on the enchantment, to leave you with more awareness and some autonomy of your own while under the spell."

"Do it," Maedhros firmly decided, unshakable conviction gleaming in his eyes.

Even in the peace of Aman, scars healed slowly, and often required hard, gruelling work. Even once healed, the memory of such hurts came back to haunt the mind from time to time, never truly leaving.

They both had returned with scars inflicted by the same Enemy. Morgoth's lieutenant had toyed with them, leering and taunting while they were chained and helpless. Sauron took delight in breaking them in every which way. Breaking their minds as he brutally shattered their defences and invaded their thoughts. Breaking their hearts by taking the shape of their loved ones and spewing poisonous lies. Breaking their bodies, by taking away their control of it, being puppeteered around like empty husks.

Maedhros had gaps in his memory from that time. Whenever Sauron would force his will out of his body and bent it to the lieutenant's own, his mind would retreat in itself, and he would awaken when it was all over, with fresh wounds and aching in intimate places that made him wish his fëa would escape from his violated hröa.

Lómion had been treated to the same attentions, though not as frequently. It would not do to send him back to Gondolin with too obvious signs of torture. Sauron instead liked to taunt him in the visage of Idril, and then command his body to the forges and force him to make things for him, prying as many secrets out of him as he could.

Their scars lingered with them even in their new life, and the jagged shapes of their fëa seemed to fit together in more places than not. Maedhros remained Maedhros, too changed by his hurts and fell deeds to ever be Maitimo again. The name Maeglin fit the young smith too well, and it would forever be the name of the Traitor of Gondolin. That was why in his second life he abandoned that name and tried his best to embrace being Lómion.

That is how they found themselves drawn to each other, and together they took on the task of easing the burden of healing by sharing it.